At this moment, most of the alliance army was less than a kilometer away from the battlefield …
When they saw Roy bury Arantir's undead army with collapsed rocks, everyone no longer had any hope for Arantir's survival. After all, although Arantir was the most powerful death lord in Heresh, a large part of his strength came from the undead army he led.
As a necromancer, Arantir learned and was proficient in dark magic and necromancy. The lethality of these spells could be said to be rather weak. After losing the assistance of the undead army, how much combat strength could a lone necromancer have?
Fortunately, Arantir still had a summon connected to his life, the Death Incarnation spectral dragon. Astral and the others thought that perhaps Arantir could rely on this spectral dragon to deal with the demon and buy time for the alliance army to arrive. At the same time, he could also consume the demon's magic power as much as possible.
But what Astral and the others did not expect was that Arantir fell as quickly as his undead army! The heroes had already seen the scene of Arantir being killed by the demon through Eagle Eye …
Everyone lamented Arantir's death in their hearts. This believer of Asha had died a worthy death and finally returned to Asha's embrace.
However, before everyone could finish sighing, they saw the abnormality of the spectral dragon!
The Death Incarnation did not disappear with Arantir's death. This not only exceeded Roy's expectations, but it also exceeded the expectations of Astral, Gelu, and the other heroes. In everyone's impression, any summoning spell should have the summoned creature disappear with the death of the summoner. Why did an accident happen here?
"Could it be a spell similar to Holy Vengeance?" Solmyr's eyes flickered as he said to everyone, "This is even better. The one who killed Arantir is that demon. The Death Incarnation should take revenge for Arantir next!"
After hearing this, everyone was delighted and quickly urged the troops to speed up and rush to the battlefield.
Roy vaguely thought of this, so he vigilantly distanced himself from the spectral dragon. At this moment, Julia and the others arrived, but Roy stopped them from getting too close.
After receiving Roy's signal, Julia and the others cautiously wandered to the edge of the battlefield and watched the changes in the spectral dragon. Benia was even more excited at this moment. This was the first time she had witnessed Roy's combat strength with her own eyes. Arantir's undead army gave even her a headache, but she did not expect Roy to directly disintegrate this undead army that could only control the battle situation!
Giovanni was the same. When he saw Roy pierce Arantir's body with his sword from afar, he was so excited that he was about to go crazy. Sure enough, choosing to cooperate with this demon was the right choice!
Although he was excited, Giovanni quickly looked at the spectral dragon.
It could be said that the abnormal condition of the spectral dragon attracted almost everyone's attention. Its enormous head, which Roy had cut off, slowly floated up and reconnected to the spectral dragon's cervical spine. At the same time, the death power mist on its body fluctuated violently, and the bones all over its body made cracking sounds as though they had expanded.
The pressure that originally belonged to the Dragon Race on its body was also much greater than when Arantir was still around.
After all the parts of its head that Roy had shattered from his beating recovered under the repair of death power, the spectral dragon suddenly raised its head and let out an incomparably loud roar!
This was an incomparably pure dragon roar, but it shocked almost everyone, especially Roy. He had been fighting the spectral dragon all this time, so of course he knew that the spectral dragon originally could not make a sound. It was just a pile of bones, so how could it have a vocal organ? But now, for some reason, this dragon roar really came from the spectral dragon.
After roaring, the spectral dragon stood on all fours on the ground, looked up at Roy with resentment, and said in an incomparably dull voice, "My name is Rafaro, son of Malassa! The Faceless who walks in darkness and death! Demon, report your name! "
"It can really talk!?" Roy was surprised. Moreover, he seems to have recovered his memories from his life … What is the origin of this spectral dragon?
Roy was fine, but Astral and the others, who were rushing over, were so shocked that they almost fell off their elephant mount when they heard the spectral dragon report his name!
"Ra … Rafaro?! A descendant of the Dark Dragon God?! "Not only Astral, but even Solmyr was the same. His eyes widened in shock!
They did not expect that the Death Incarnation controlled by Arantir actually came from Rafaro! If all of this was true, then it meant that this was a giant dragon from the ancient era of the Elder Wars!
The War of the Elders in ancient times was history before the first year of the Seventh Dragon Era. It was so long ago that no detailed records of this war could be found on the continent. It was only roughly known that the so-called War of the Elders was actually a religious war launched by the angels against the faceless. This war affected the entire world of Ashan and brought about astonishing destruction, causing the early civilizations and kingdoms of this world to be destroyed in one day.
It was precisely after this war that the myth of the Primordial Dragons was gradually forgotten, and the belief in the Elemental Dragons was established …
Rafaro had indeed mentioned his identity as a faceless just now. If he had not come from ancient times, it would have been impossible for him to call himself this.
Therefore, for a moment, the angels led by Alaric could not help but hold their swords nervously. Rafaro was the son of the Dark Dragon God, Malassa. In other words, he was once a dark dragon. In the Elder Wars, he was definitely hostile to the Dragon of Light, Elrath, and the angels were on Elrath's side. No one could guarantee that Rafaro would not attack them …
"Answer me, demon!" Seeing that Roy was silent, Rafaro roared impatiently again.
"My name is Osiris!" Roy could only answer before asking tentatively, "Has your memory recovered?"
"Damn Arantir!" At the mention of this topic, Rafaro suddenly became extremely irritable and roared, "He disturbed my sleep, dug me out of the dragon tomb, and enslaved me to fight for him! Unfortunately, he died in your hands, and I couldn't tear him into pieces! "
"Uh …" This change caught Roy off guard. He thought that the spectral dragon Rafaro's rampage was a means of revenge left behind by Arantir, and he thought that he would have to fight this spectral dragon again. But who would have thought that there would be such a sudden reversal? Rafaro actually wanted Arantir to die?
On the alliance army's side, Astral and the others panicked when they heard this conversation. They had completely miscalculated …
What should we do? Astral and the other heroes exchanged glances. They felt that they were going to die this time …
"Your Excellency Rafaro, what do you plan to do now?" Roy asked as thoughts raced through his mind.
"Arantir used a special secret method to connect his soul with mine and used it to leave a necromancer mark in my soul," Rafaro said. "Under the effect of the mark, my memories have always been suppressed. It wasn't until you killed him just now that I completely escaped from my predicament … Since you killed him, then his soul must be in your hands. I hope that you can give his soul to me. I want to torture his soul forever!"
Roy thought for a moment. "What if I say no?"
"Cut the crap!" Rafaro suddenly stomped his front claws, causing the ground to tremble. He roared, "On account of the fact that your demons and the faceless were allies, I spoke to you so politely. You'd better not provoke me!"
"Really? So they were allies back then? " Roy thought to himself. It seems like Rafaro's memories are still stuck in ancient times …
Thinking of this, Roy said, "Don't worry, Your Excellency Rafaro. It's not that I don't want to give it to you, but my sword has already devoured Arantir's soul. I can't even take it out myself, so how can I give it to you?"
Hearing this, Rafaro's red skeleton eyes could not help but look at Frostmourne in Roy's hand.
"… Okay, I'll believe you this once!" Rafaro retracted his gaze, turned his head, and looked in the direction of the alliance army. He said in a jealous and … greedy tone, "I smell an annoying smell again. It's those angels … Demon Osiris, they're your enemies, right? On account of you rescuing my soul, I can help you kill these guys! "
"Oh?" Hearing this, Roy could not help but raise his eyebrows and nod. "Okay, our dark camp should help each other like this!"
"That's right!" Rafaro could not hold it in anymore. He stomped on the ground, flapped his wings, and flew toward the alliance army.
Seeing this scene, the mood of Astral and the others fell to the bottom!
"Damn it, that bastard Arantir! It turns out that whatever Asha's Chosen is fake. He's just using this ancient dark dragon to deceive others! " Solmyr gritted his teeth. "Now that this bastard is dead, he even dug such a big pit for us!"
"There's no other way! Let's go! "Gelu sighed and said," It doesn't matter if it's one sheep or two … "
The next second, with a wave of Gelu's hand, countless arrows shot by the elven rangers whistled across the night sky and shot at Rafaro!
The war began …
On the other side, Julia and Benia came to Roy's side. Julia whispered to Roy, "Has this rotten old dragon really become our ally?"
"How is that possible?" Roy sneered. "If it were me, after being enslaved for so long and suddenly obtaining freedom, do you think it's possible for me to stay and join the war instead of flying away quickly?"
"Then what the hell is it up to?" Benia asked softly.
"Who knows? But I'm sure that it's definitely not for Arantir's soul! " Roy said. "As for what it wants to do, let's wait and see first. With a free fighter, it'll save us some effort!"
"Indeed!" Julia giggled and held the longsword in her hand. "Let's go and destroy them!"
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